A mouse
once asked 
a lion
why does 
it bite

because said
the lion
to mouse 
besides roar
it’s what 
I do 

but said 
the mouse 
to lion
try purring 
it’s what 
mice like 

I will 
come near
a purr
but run
away from 
a roar
and never 
be bitten 
or smitten

Piano haunts
teases me 
beckoning me 
come hither
quickly see
what is
your imagination 
I turn 
seeing you 
still asleep 
deep in
dreams cave 
wondering if 
there too
you hear
piano calling 
come back 
and or
if you 
in dream
shoo it
away like 
bothersome gnats 

At this lonely 
dozy sleepy hour
the nights sky
wrings out the 
last of starlight’s 
glow turning the 
black sky blue 
as though a
giant or angel 
added a dollop 
of moon to 
a cup of
hot dark coffee 

I miss 
the quiet 
that you 
bring to
my mind 

you might 
not think 
that it’s 
very much 
but silence 

but that
is exactly 
the warm
bath that 
I need